by EDV
Have you ever wondered what follows after diegesis attains its climax, definitively dives into the epilogue and the curtain falls?
Have you ever wondered what happens,
when the souls return to the bodies of the audience,
when the people rise to their feet and applaud,
when they wipe away the tears and return to their realities?
Well, picture a landscape: Tranquil towns, serene streams, blades of grass embellished with dew, pastures lavished with the jewels of the season, a breeze that sways the branches like feathers.
Seconds ripple by, destinies align, threads interweave. Day in, day out, the horizon is adorned with nothing resembling doubt.
Then, the aftermath is ragged by a glitch, the storyline goes into overtime.
It’s a supernova bursting through the darkest night.
I promise you, some events are so grand, a cosmic jest tearing life’s tapestry to shreds.
A divine collision of fates, a supernova moment disrupts the protagonist’s incessant, flawless bliss with a ferocity impossible to dismiss.
The protagonist is left breathless by the unexpected twist, irreversible shift:
the ballet dancer trips,
the clock stops to tick,
a bullet hits.
For when a star erupts, souls are severed, forever torn by the cosmic storm, bequeathing them only the promise of a path unknown.
Do not be mistaken, echoes will persist, menacing as a serpent’s hiss.
But in the light of the day, the protagonist may cease to pray and leave to find his own way.
© EDV 2024-05-19